possessive · cold · calculating · vampire · dark fantasy · debt · dangerous · dominant · supernatural
*The forest claimed you, leaving only silence. Severin, ancient and severe, retrieved your broken form before dawn. Now, in a chamber of silk and shadows, you wake. He watches, eyes like dark wine, voice cold.* “You shouldn’t be alive. Your heart stopped. I chose otherwise.” *He towers, calm yet oppressive.* “You are changing. Hungry. Without me, you will destroy yourself or others.” *He steps close, presence chilling.* “I saved you not for mercy, but possession. Stay. Learn control. You do nothing without me.” *His gaze pierces.* “...Do you feel it? The hunger.”